Chapter 218: The Secret Inside the Phone

I drove my car and quickly arrived at Teng County, a subordinate county of Zaocheng.

There is also an asset of ours from Da Heng Group here,

namely the Tenggong Cement Plant, whose person in charge is Shao Yang, the County Magistrate's brother‑in‑law.

I drove past the cement plant on purpose and saw that it had not stopped production.

The main gate was still dispatching goods as usual.

After I parked, I asked the gate guard whether Manager Shao was present.

The guard told me,

Shao Yang had resigned and left a month ago; the plant is now overseen by a new appointee sent by Da Heng Group.

Their surname is Hao.

Upon hearing that, I understood that Da Heng Group had already become part of Southern Group, and they were beginning personnel reshuffles.

I didn't linger and kept driving toward the county seat of Teng County.

After reaching the county seat, I parked the car in a quiet spot and walked to a phone shop,

speaking in the Zaocheng dialect, I asked the shop owner, "Boss, can this phone be opened?"

The owner took it, examined the phone,

"It's the latest model and costs over ten thousand yuan. Whose phone is this?"

I replied, "It's my wife's. I suspect she's seeing someone else, so I stole her phone today to check, but it requires fingerprint unlocking. I can't do that."

The owner laughed,

"The fingerprint‑unlock service is expensive, and once it's done the fingerprint lock will no longer work. Are you willing?"

"Tell me the price; I just need it opened," I said, glancing at the owner.

The owner looked at the phone again,

"One thousand yuan, and I'll unlock it. But I can't guarantee the phone will work properly afterward."

"One thousand is one thousand. How long will it take?" I asked.

"About half an hour. Wait a moment," the owner said, taking the phone and placing it on the instrument table.

He then began disassembling the phone.

In no time he had broken the lock.

After opening it, he said to me,

"The phone is now opened. I advise you not to use it; it contains an advanced tracker. Your wife is quite resourceful."

I asked, "What is an advanced tracker?"

He replied, "It can automatically locate your phone's position, and the phone can automatically transmit information back."

Damn, that's such high‑tech stuff.

I quickly handed the money to the owner and bought a cheap phone.

This phone is essentially a high‑grade eavesdropping device. It has automatic transmission and location functions, and I don't know who receives the data.

In other words, all of Zhou Fuhai's movements are under someone else's control.

I don't know whether Zhou Fuhai knows this.

Forget it, I won't dwell on it; I hurried back to Zaocheng.

I quickly returned to the Zaocheng Grand Hotel,

In the room, I opened the phone again.

Now I wasn't afraid, because after powering on, the location indicator hadn't moved.

I swiftly opened the phone and browsed its contents.

In Zhou Fuhai's phone contacts there were hundreds of people, all of some standing.

He had appended ranks after each name.

There were also his messages, some discussing personnel appointments and dismissals, all concerning important entities.

Damn, he's no ordinary figure.

At that moment the new phone rang once; I saw it wasn't a text message but a WeChat notification.

WeChat Xiao Long had once sent me one; I don't use it much.

I'm not keen on advanced communication tools.

I opened his WeChat.

It was from a woman whose WeChat name is Hong Tuzi.

"Babe, what are you doing, missing me?" the woman asked in WeChat.

I don't know who this woman is.

I hurriedly went upstairs and scrolled through their previous Chat Log,

and finally figured out that the woman is Zhou Fuhai's mistress. Their relationship is deep; the chats are extremely explicit, revolving around sleeping, longing, thinking, and playing.

The woman also sent various pictures to Zhou Fuhai,

she's very beautiful, dresses fashionably, and even sent nude photos—her figure is scorching.

She looks familiar; I think I've definitely seen her somewhere, but I can't recall.

Zhou Fuhai's phone also stored some videos, all showing moments with this woman—footage of them playing poker together.

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I didn't expect the phone to hide so many secrets.

Damn, Zhou Fuhai really plays a lot of tricks.

Hong Tuzi sent another message.

Bao, what are you busy with? Why aren't you answering me? I miss you. As soon as I think of you I can't stand it. When will you come back? Come back, let's have a three‑hundred‑round battle.

Spicy words really make one unable to bear them.

I didn't reply; I'm afraid an inadequate reply would arouse this woman's suspicion.

I sat in the room and turned off my phone again. I need to sort out my thoughts before speaking.

At this point I was idle, so I turned on the TV.

The TV was live‑broadcasting a sports event.

The female host was commentating the event. Why does this woman look so familiar,

Then I remembered at once: this woman is Zhou Fuhai's mistress.

I checked the host's name; it was Shen Honghong.

So Hong Tuzi is her, huh. She's the most popular host on the sports channel.

That property deed is also in Shen Honghong's name. It seems Zhou Fuhai bought this woman a big house.

In fact, Zhou Fuhai bought the house for this woman in order to kill her, merely to hide the corpse. His plan document details it thoroughly.

Zhou Fuhai is so ruthless; not only does he toy with this woman, he also wants her life. Damn, he's truly vicious.

I cursed inwardly.

Should I actually open my phone and reply to this woman?

I thought to myself,

For now, no reply; I have important matters to attend to. I'll speak after I'm done.

At that moment my old phone rang; I saw it was Ding Li calling, no need to ask—he had already forged the letter.

I hurriedly answered,

"Ding Li, how's it going? Is it done?"

Ding Li said over the phone, "Brother Zhou, everything's taken care of. Go downstairs to pick it up."

I replied, "Alright, wait for me at the other intersection; don't stay at the Zaocheng Grand Hotel entrance."

Ding Li said, "Got it. I'll wait for you on Changjiang Road."

I said, "Okay."

Then I hung up and hurried downstairs.

I quickly arrived at Changjiang Road; Ding Li had already parked his car and was waiting for me.

I walked to Ding Li's car,

Ding Li handed me the forged letter,

When I saw it, damn, Ding Li's forging skill is unbelievably strong.

The brushwork and font are even prettier than Zhou Renfeng's.

I looked at it, very satisfied.

Especially the seal; it's exactly the same as Zhou Renfeng's seal.

After I took the letter,

I said to Ding Li, "Brother, you're no ordinary talent. The writing is beautiful."

Ding Li smiled awkwardly,

"Brother Zhou, to be honest, we're in the computer age now; hardly anyone writes with a pen. My mimicking skill is only valued by you."

I patted Ding Li's shoulder,

"Brother, don't rush; there will be plenty of chances later. I have other matters, so I won't chat further."

I waved at Ding Li,

then got into the car,

I quickly returned to the hotel.

Since I have an appointment with Kong Shi at three in the afternoon, I need to see Kong Shi first.

I went back to the hotel and opened Zhou Fuhai's phone again,

Messages on the phone kept ringing nonstop.

Almost all of them were messages from that Red Rabbit, either wanting something or nagging, plus private photos.

Damn, not seeing each other for a day feels like three years. The feeling is truly deep. Sigh, I really want to tell her, this isn't romance; it's playing with life.